How To Love An Actor

{V} A Kiss?

I woke up to 79 new texts. I had 5 from Roman alone, and the other 74 were tons and tons of gifs and memes that the other two decided to... bless me with in the theater group chat. I couldn't help but laugh, though, at the countless pictures they sent. I was mainly looking at them to avoid looking at Roman's texts. Last night I was tired and things were so easy between us. It was odd. Some might even call it flirtatious banter. I don't let myself get hopeful, though. Not yet.

Mornin' Virgil

Lil' Trash Panda, wakey wakey

ITS MORNING BITCH

Buenos días!

Mornin' sunshine!

If you keep doing that to me I'll kick you in a place where the sun don't shine.

Tell me what exactly you'd do to me ;)

You kinky little shit!

Don't tell Patton, I don't wanna get grounded again

Sending screenshots straight to Patton as we speak

You can't do a thing straight

Not funny. Touchy subject

Sorry, didn't know :( Let me know if you ever do wanna talk 'bout it

It'd be really hard to with you

Why me in particular?

Reasons.

Now, unlike some people, I don't live next to the school and need time to get there

See you soon :)

My heart was pounding in my chest as I saw what his next text was. It was a selfie, of course, typical self-centered Roman style. He was smiling brightly with his nose crinkled and eyes closed. His dimples were showing and his freckles dotted his face like, god, I don't know, something hot. He held the camera far enough away so I could see his bare, broad shoulders. They were also dotted with freckles and were inexplicably rosy. Just like his lips and cheeks. Hot damn.

I just wanted to be with him, right then and there. If I was, I would have thrown all caution to the wind. Who leads someone on like this? I can't help but grin when I see him. All I want is to get rid of these stupid feelings. It's like I'm setting myself up for failure, but my heart and... body don't seem to care. I set my phone on my dresser and looked down at my lap. A pit settles in my stomach as I try to erase Roman's picture from my mind.

"Shit," I growled as I buried my face in my palms.

I abandon my phone and head to the bathroom. I turn the water on as cold as it can get and step in. My teeth are chattering, but at least it helps. I go to grab my regular shampoo but in its place sat some new stuff. It said it smelled like lavender, which sounded good to me. After washing my hair and drying off, I ditch the bathroom and get dressed.

I headed downstairs, making sure to grab my backpack along the way.

"Honey? Virgil?" I heard my mom say.

I ignore her as I stuff my phone in my pocket and some snacks in my bag.

"Virgil," my mom said sternly.

"What," I hiss.

"Don't talk to me that way, ok? I don't appreciate it," she said softly.

I felt a twinge of guilt as I looked up and saw her hurt face.